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I crawled down to the basement when the weather got cold, Like a lost lamb returning to the fold
And when the outside world recedes from view
It's just a year's supply of make-up and memories of you
Nineteen sixty-seven, colt forty-five
Holding back the vampires, keeping me alive
There's an envelope with some cash in it out by the front door.
This is what they make you take the medication for.
(Aesop Rock, Coffee)

Waxing lyrical about films and stuff.

Monthly Archives: December 2012

I’ll fill the gaps of erased tapes
While you fastforward, I’ll just play
Those melodies we never shared
And moments lost we’ve never had
You go ahead in your﻿ circle I’m in reverse, we’re stuck on pause
All that is left is a white noise
A sudden smile as fake as yours
And you are not here
But in my mind your voice is clear
And you are not here I’ll play this tape and disappear